Cold. I'm freezing. Am I dead? Is the shred of my innocence as send me to hell? I hear voice. Inhuman voice, and little dog's shriek. Or was it a ghostly wolf.
Snow opens her dried cummed eyes to see the huntsman still sitting on its stone's seat, a wolf in front of it, tail wobble, leaking blood from different wounds, a ear half thorn and, as it turn its claws marked head, an blind swollen and injured eye, it let
out its tongue, panting of happiness from her view then bark joyfully three times.
Then the once human looking speaks. He says that an eternity ago, he was an awesome looking man, living of hunting and fishing in a respectfull and harmonious way. He can communicates with the forest's living and he had always put a great deal of honnor in
killing those being. Those graves that she sees behind her are only a small part of how he truly respects its victims. And as the last decade goes by, he gradually losts his humanity, becomming without really realising it what it hunts, an animal.
When the queen calls him and made her proposition, its animal instincts was to much for its to bear and it succumbs lustfully. It finds Snow White so pretty, so marvelously looking, that it wants her, wants to possess her and, as asks by the Qheen, kills her
so she became its more glorious trophy of all time.
But then the wolf arrives. This wolf, who came from a distant forest full of green trees and flowers and birds and animal, came from a long way with other wolfs, deers, bears, a huge flock of animals, unitate together as soon as a little bird told them what
the queen had plan for her. And so they left their secure forest to save her from perdition. Yet, they encountered corruted living, killing, defiling or doing worst thing on the pack and it, the wolf, is the only one to have cross over all those horrible challenges.
And when it entered the cave, it talked to the huntsman, and it was angry, it wanted to kill it in a way that was not it, so it gently layed the uncouncious girl on the floor and standed up, ready to put an end to this unwanted guess. But it wasn't it, it wasn't
him, as memories of who he truly was surface in his mind. It then looked at her, at what it did, at what he did, and a deep, painful tear emerged from its eye.
As it finishes to speak, two other tears ravaged its cheeks and beard, which kind of look less rough where they sneak in. The once human takes a deep breath, his hands shaking, then continues, saying that it will wait until the end of this month and he will
bring a heart to the queen, pretending to have killed you. It then begs the princess to flee with the wolf far away from this kingdom, her kingdom, to take refuge in this promising land.
It stands up, go to the other side of the cave, push on the wall, which reveals an hidden tiny room full of raw and cloth furs, tools, weapons, amongst other things. This chamber smells really old; it have been a long time since it have been open. Snow enters
the room at it request and get herself dress into hot, heartwarming furry clothes and boots. Heartwarming for sure, but not soulwarming, as she is desesparate to let go behind her her home, her live, her joy. The beast requires the little girl to take a weapon,
at least a little dagger, as her journey to this promising woods will not be an easy task.
Without any other chit chat, Snow leaves the den, bidding it farewell, it trying to make a smile that looks like a scary face. It feels somewhat better, better thant what it has feel since maybe years. It feels human. At this moment, he swears to keep its promises
to her in its remaining soul. And as this lost princess wanders far away from here in this corrupted snow, an angel over flying over devastation, it wonders if it will have the strenght to hold on until the end of the month.
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